While I am compassed round With mirth, my soul lies hid in shades of grief, Whence, like the bird of night, with half-shut eyes, She peeps, and sickens at the sight of day.
JOHN DRYDENHe trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
More John Dryden Quotes
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For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
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Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
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Griefs assured are felt before they come.
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Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
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Love is love’s reward.
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Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
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They that possess the prince possess the laws.
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Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
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We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
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Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
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Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind, what happens, let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to the’ appointed place we tend; The world’s an inn, and death the journey’s end.
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Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.
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And love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.
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Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
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